Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Back at home, Qin Xue was teaching the kids, and Qin Xue and the others had also arrived at the hospital.

“Why are you here again? Didn’t I tell you it has nothing to do with you?” Mrs. Xiao hadn’t left yet. When she saw Nangong Beiying come in, she got angry right away.

She had only later found out that the girl her son liked was her, but she really minded her belly—she didn’t know whose child that was, and she wasn’t willing to let her son take that on.

“I came to see Xiao Qi. I’ll leave after I’ve seen him.” Nangong Beiying wasn’t about to stoop to her level; she just did what she came to do.

“So fake. If it weren’t for you, would he be like this? Even if you came a hundred times, it wouldn’t change that fact.” It was precisely because of Xiao Qi that Mrs. Xiao was so repulsed by Nangong Beiying, so no matter what she said, she just didn’t like her.

“Sure, then just watch me come a hundred times.” Nangong Beiying smiled. As if she’d be scared of her.

“You…” Mrs. Xiao choked on her words. How could this woman, who didn’t respond to soft or hard tactics, have such a thick skin? If it were anyone else, they’d have left long ago—instead of standing here letting people sneer at them.

“I’m doing great, no need to worry about me,” Nangong Beiying said with a wave of her hand.

“Who’s worrying about you? Such a big ego—why are you always gilding your own face?” Mrs. Xiao had really never seen a woman like Nangong Beiying. The way she acted made Mrs. Xiao feel like a big rock was pressing on her chest.

“Haha, you flatter me. Nothing about me is big—except my face.” Nangong Beiying suddenly felt that Mrs. Xiao didn’t seem quite as detestable as she made herself out to be.

Because she’d noticed something: every time the woman scolded her, it was just the same few harmless lines—nothing new, and nothing that really cut deep.

The words were unpleasant to hear, but they didn’t do much damage.

And that was something she hadn’t realized at first: a woman who looked so fierce on the outside turned out to be just a paper tiger.

But knowing that didn’t make much difference to her anyway, because she really didn’t plan on being with Xiao Qi.

Whether Mrs. Xiao liked her or not wasn’t something she was considering at the moment.

So, honestly, Mrs. Xiao’s attitude really didn’t matter. She felt quite calm about it.

“Hmph, who cares about you.” Unable to win against Nangong Beiying in an argument, Mrs. Xiao snorted angrily and went into the ward. Inside, she actually didn’t continue arguing with her.

Nangong Beiying shook her head indifferently and followed her in. Thankfully, she hadn’t been chased out with a broom.

It seemed that what Mrs. Xiao said and did didn’t quite match the unreasonable persona she put on. Beiying had no idea why she insisted on treating her this way. Well, she wasn’t USD—she couldn’t expect everyone to like her.

But she hadn’t sunk to the point where everyone hated her like the plague, right? It really did seem that fitting into a family wasn’t easy at all. Luckily, she had never seriously thought about getting married—otherwise who knew what would have happened.

As she checked over Xiao Qi’s condition, those thoughts ran through Nangong Beiying’s mind.

“Yingying, how is he?” When Qin Xue and Chu Molin arrived, they didn’t speak up to disturb her. They waited until she had finished her examination before asking.

“He’s okay. Nothing major. We just have to wait for the wound to heal and for him to wake up.” After looking over Xiao Qi’s overall condition, Nangong Beiying said this.

If this man really never woke up, would she be able to live her own life with an easy mind?

Staring at Xiao Qi’s face, Nangong Beiying asked herself that question. The answer, however, was no—she would feel guilty. But even then, she still wasn’t going to think about marrying him just like that.

She still wanted him to have a good marriage, just not with a woman like Gu Beilin.